Reece Foxjohn fully accepted that all good sense went out the door when he was in Elizabeth Smyth’s presence. She muddled his brain to the point where he would give anything to have her be his wife. He’d never even wanted to marry before meeting her. He’d asked Lilly to marry him only out of a sense of duty and respect. He and Lilly might have managed together nicely. They were friends and that went a long way. If his own father and mother could tolerate the sight of each other, they might not have loathed him so much. He shook his head, trying to dispel the negative thoughts. In light of the fact that they had no clue where to start looking for poor Tally, they had opted to spend the day at home. They had gone to the market where she’d picked up two hens before disappearing from sight a block away. Quite a few people saw her that day, but no one could tell them what had happened to her after she left the shop. Clearly, the state of the investigation upset Elizabeth.
